Fatally-colored gestures (2014)

Rage and rain and lit-out and graves under the desert skies of the Post-Civil War, American Southwest. Ce and Johnny seen everything bad and ugly ridin’ with the Captain. Hell, they’ve even heard demons—

“Teatro.”“What’s that, Captain?” Ce asked.“Name of this place.”

Teatro.No lamp litor bellweather.No Hail Mary.No truce ripe with hopefulnessto ward off the heartless, flamebird sun.Teatro.A word, longas a long conversation of iron ghostson The Captain’s tongue.Teatro.Dead spot at the end of a silent road.

Saddle up, pard, there’s horrors strange and black as the brutal wastes between the stars up ahead . . . Looks like it’s going to be a bumpy ride.

Disclaimer: We’d tell you Fatally-Colored Gestures is rated NC-17 (for BAD WORDS, sexual debasements, substance abuse, mean as Hell, GUTS & GORE, and KILL! KILL!), but then it’s published by BossKrall and penned by Pulver, so you know it’s lowdown and nasty.